With Uncle Rong's words, Lu Jihan slightly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems he had a nightmare, confusing dream and reality.
"Young master, the poison of the Blood Curse has just started to fade, and your body is still weak. Don't overthink it now, just focus on resting well."
Uncle Rong helped Lu Jihan lie back on the bed, bringing the freshly cooked hot porridge.
"This is the nutritious porridge I've made for you. Have a little to nourish yourself."
Lu Jihan took the porcelain bowl, using a spoon to drink a sip.
He still felt uneasy and asked again, "How are she and Dabai? She must be suspicious since you're not at home, right?"
"No."
Uncle Rong moved a chair, and after sitting down, he said, "I told Miss Song that I haven't finished dealing with things at home, and she believed it."
Remembering the day when he left, Song Yinyin mistakenly thought he was Lu Jihan, Uncle Rong emotionally said:
